At heart this is a self contradictory statement. If improbabilities are infinite, so are the probabilities. So the following
But if a miracle is defined as an infinitely improbable phenomenon, then our existence is a miracle, which no theory natural or supernatural will ever explain.
doesn't make sense either. Absolutely nothing can explain it, so why is he trying here? Just some of the many things I found wrong with this article.
We must keep reimagining our relationship to the infinite.
Does the 'infinite' in fact exist? I'm not assuming one way or the other but without answering this question first, what does this statement really mean?
The problem is that any truth or antitruth, no matter how initially revelatory and awe-inspiring, sooner or later turns into garbage that occludes our vision of the living world.
Including what this writer is writing here, i presume. Therefore everything is garbage and we can't believe anything anybody says, including this guy.
Anything that helps you see --- really see --- the wondrousness of the world serves a mystical purpose.
Huh, what did he say? Does that include or not include the garbage?
When he returned from this hellish solitude, back to the world and his dear friends, he felt "reborn," and he was overcome with gratitude and joy at the "wonderful life we have here." This is by far the greatest gift that mystical experiences can bestow on us: to see -- really see -- all that is right with the world.
That means the psylocibyn worked, doesn't it? Isn't this guy contradicting himself?
Just as believers in a beneficent deity should be haunted by the problem of natural evil, so gnostics, atheists, pessimists, and nihilists should be haunted by the problem of friendship, love, beauty, truth, humor, compassion, fun.
Haunted by the problems of friendship, love, beauty, truth, humor, compassion and fun. These are problems? And nothing previously mentioned included gnostics, they are never mentioned, defined or included.
While I admire the guy for poking holes in just about everything all he ends up with is an empty bag.